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I love my love, and I make no doubt,
but it's for love again;
And if ſhe ſays ſhe loves me not,
I'll laugh at her diſdain.
If ſhe be conſtant, I'll be true,
and ſo we will agree,
And if ſhe ſays ſhe loves me not,
I'll change as well as ſhe.
There is twelve months into the year,
as I hear people ſay;
The merrieſt month, in all the year,
are the months of June and May,
Theſe are the months I chooſe my love,
if it pleaſes her deſire:
Young women carry the Keys of Love,
men's hearts are ſtill on fire.
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The LASS of GALLOWATER.
To its own proper Tune.
ON Gallowater fair and clear,
there lives a lovely creature,
Whoſe beauty rare makes her excel,
all other works of nature.
I fix'd my mind on this lovely dame,
determin'd never to alter;
But like a falſe deluding fair,
I found her love but flatter.
